mock orange cradle
rock me to sleep, tuck me in
curled up in your arms
As I said yesterday, there is a simple solace, a healing in the garden. The mock orange is blooming, at the same time as our rambling rose. The garden is a fragrant paradise at the moment. Whilst I’m sad, I feel fortunate too.
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Just had a mega catch up on your Haikus and wonderful posts. Just brilliant. I chose this one to comment on because I love the scent and flowers of the Mock Orange too. You're the only other soul outside of my own family I've seen mention them. That makes me happy. I make sure I go home in June to smell them and see them in the back garden. x x
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